Back in 2003, my friends Dawn, Ben, Chuck, Lisa & I decided to go investigate at this old cemetery that had both a new and old section. When we first got there, it was creepy and VERY ominous looking. We brought along a Ouija board (against MY better judgment) and planned on making a night of it.
It was close to midnight and believe me when I say, VERY much alive with activity. When we started walking off to the left of the gate, I see what looks like a barn off in the distance. Not your typical big red barn, but a white, kind of run down looking place. I told everyone we should go check it out, but most of them wanted to venture off to the older section. I turned to tell them that I wanted to stick around in the newer section, because to be honest, I was scared to death. When I turned back around, I saw what seemed to be a horses head just floating in front of me. I stood there catatonic for a minute, closed my eyes and it was gone. There was no body, nothing else but the head. I didn't scream or anything, I just spun around and went back to my car. My friend Dawn came back shortly thereafter and asked what was wrong and I explained to her what I saw. She texted the guys on their phones and said it was time to go, I didn't look so good.
As we were driving home, I told them what had happened and they all laughed at me. I knew what I saw. Since it was so incredibly dark that night, and we weren't smart enough to bring more than one flashlight, we decided we'd go out the next day during the day and see the layout of it so we might be able to navigate better in the evening.
The following day, we pull in the lane and when I look the direction of the barn, I realize there wasn't one. I was stunned. I KNEW I saw that barn the night before... But there was NOTHING. I felt nauseous and back to the car I went. As I'm sitting there in complete astonishment, I hear both Ben & Chuck yelling at the top of their lungs, and see them running up from the old section of the cemetery Dawn came flying back, she was doing some tombstone etchings and yelled, "what the hell is wrong with you 2?" They approached me and told me I absolutely HAD to come with them. I was leary, but asked the Lord to protect me with his light and off I went.
We get down to the edge of the older section and there is a very rough, makeshift grave with an old headstone that read:
"Here lies James Putnam, born 1794 died 1844. Died of a broken heart. Buried with his headless horse Marvin, neighbors didn't like his horses whinnies or James for that matter, so they chopped it's head off, poor, poor James Putnum."
Hm, they don't laugh at me anymore. It was Marvin the horses head I saw, and now had some proof.
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